Hired Girl 1 : Prepared for Him

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Get shaved and dressed. Car at 1:00 P. M.

I read, then reread the blue text message preview bubble from Miren. This is now our weekly thing, his driver arriving earlier each Saturday, consuming more of my time - little by little. I shut my eyes to quiet my shame and lean forward against the railing of my balcony. A breeze blows over me through my sheer pajamas, I’m comfortable nearly naked up this high - the street below empty. My desire suddenly awakens as each breath leaves my body; my legs fold back as I fall into a deck chair, I realize I’m trembling - in anticipation. Barely 10:00 A. M. Sick fuck, I remind myself.

The city hums below as my mind races to the events planned for this afternoon.

I unfasten the single button it takes to shed my top, suddenly drawn to indecency, nearly public, so he’ll have no choice but to punish me. My nipples point forward and I lean my head back over the chair.

Supine - suspended.

My hunger for him arrests me in place. I can feel my lips pulsing - already beginning to exude a slippery hint of my longing. As much as I want to, I refrain from reaching my fingers below the waistband of my panties. This is considered outside of protocol, and would destroy the delicious quenching of my building anticipation.

Preparing for the car’s arrival, I know to stand and move slowly - practicing the correct gait at which my limbs and genitalia appear the most appetizing. Slow bounces and swivels - exposing as much as possible, remaining completely inaccessible to myself, my arms and legs away from my sides and torso. When the resident of the flat beside mine exits to their own balcony - I stand in this same manner, excruciatingly slow. I feel the wind blow the hair away from my face, and tug at the sheer blouse in my hand, as I turn to open the door - I deliberately face the man, his face in complete shock. I don’t speak but instead stand still - measuring the number of times his pupils ping across my body. As his hand reaches across the barrier of his balcony towards mine, I slip inside. Suddenly an elusive memory.

As I wait for the water of the shower to warm, I press my body into the glass door, my feet spread just far enough apart that if someone entered - they could peer my glistening crevice from behind. My own imagination drives me mad - I moan, just to myself and whisper his name Miren.

I step into a hot stream of water, ready to transform into a smooth sultry peach. I exfoliate before shaving and take my time to carefully remove every hair, creating impeccable softness for him to indulge. I remember the lingerie he sent to my apartment earlier this week. The note in the box prohibiting any peeking. After lathering shimmering oil into my skin, I begin to remove each item from scented pink tissue paper. Silken fishnet stockings with a matching sheer triangle bra, and a pleated leather mini skirt, not long enough to conceal any part of me. Adjusting my straps and breasts in the mirror I twist to admire myself before smearing a red stain onto my puckered lips. I push a pair of diamond studs he bought me into my earlobes, and spritz perfume into one of my wrists.

I’m completely prepped, purely for his desires, subsequently for my pleasure.

I lean forward and let out a sigh, practicing my very best, “Yes, Daddy.”

At 12:53 P. M. the elevator doors slide open on the main floor. Outside, the driver stands beside the car, holding the door open for me. I crouch in - paying no mind to who can see me and who cannot bring themselves to look away.

A new blue text message -

Shut your legs tight, slut.

I snap my phone into my clutch, along with the single key to the apartment, my gift in the arrangement, among others.

The door slams closed as I press my legs together. As the city blurs away through the window, my craving for Miren’s control over me grows. I can hardly restrain myself from reaching through the fishnets. The jolts and rumbles of the car silently driving along send my body further into the height of longing. After nearly two hours of driving I exit the car, my legs weak with lust. Miren waits at the curve of his drive, he’s dressed in white linen pants and a collared shirt, sunglasses over his eyes. His lips a horizontal line and his brow furrowed - my heart thumps in my chest as I wonder how he will greet me.

I sway towards Miren as the driver leaves us alone. As I approach his reach, he uncrosses his arms and takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

I can’t prevent the sound of pleasure from escaping my mouth under his dominating touch.

“There’s something I need to discuss with you, little slut…” he says between gritted teeth.

I already know - security footage of my balcony this morning. I hold still while he continues to grip my chin.

All I want is to crumple to my knees and take his cock, but I must wait for his command.

“Get how I like you,” he says, pushing my chin away from him, before we walk up the entrance to his sprawling mansion.

Protocol of a Servant

Every position will be dictated to the servant - the servant must not move of their own accord.

The words are burned into my memory.

I plan to be punished, pleasured, and paid.

I move achingly slow, swinging my leg onto the bed. Careful to stretch open every inch of myself while kicking both legs up into the air. My heeled shoes dangle from a strap clasped to my ankles. Momentum twists my body onto the mattress. Shivering in anticipation I kneel with my knees together and arch my back down into the thick cotton quilt, simultaneously pressing my rear into the air.

Even dressed, my leaking desire is completely exposed.

As he approaches the bed - his groin aligns with my face - I see he is hard and ready.

His hands remain at his sides, fists. I know why he is angry.

He grabs my hair into his fist, bringing my face right up against his bulging pants. Another moan escapes my lips.

“Tell me why the entire apartment building knows you expose yourself to the neighbor,” he says between gritted teeth.

I remain silent, waiting for him to move my head and make eye contact with me. I feel him move to check whether I am ready to take him, just a step to the side, I can see him stand on his tiptoes to get a better look. He lifts his hand high into the air and brings it down hard on my ass, I yelp, but maintain my position - head down against the bed, back arched low, twinkling cunt - high.

“I had no idea - I could find such a slut.”

His finger samples the tension between my legs before bringing it to my lips.

“Taste,” he barks at me as I take his finger into my mouth. I suck tight and hard around it. Showing him - how eager I am.

He uses his other hand to pin my head to the bed. “Cease.” He commands.

I tremble as Miren’s body moves closer to my backside. He softly runs his hands over my curves, teasing at the waistband - instead flipping the skirt up and down.

“You walked across the street in this,” he shakes his head.

I remain silent, wringing the quilt into my hands. He reaches up to my ass again, instead of a caress he gently spreads apart my cheeks - exposing my pussy, I feel the hole gaping apart.

“If this pussy wasn’t so good - I wouldn’t let you anywhere near me,” he presses his face into my ass, his lips graze my skin. He brings his hand between my legs, under my body and runs his finger from between my breasts, slowly past my navel, and just above the entrance to my pussy.

I cannot contain myself - I shriek from the pleasure of his touch, though his words truly awaken the beast inside me.

“You’d be the perfect woman - if you weren’t such a slut,” he says before pressing his finger against my cunt, unable to penetrate past the tights.

“You do as I say and come prepared - smooth, shaved, hot pussy - ready for me to fuck you.”

He slaps my ass as he talks - I lurch forward with each blow. Soon he lowers the tights around my thighs - just enough that he can touch my bare skin. I’m so wet he is able to rub the moisture onto my thighs and ass.

“Disgusting whore you love cock this much.”

“Yes - I love your cock, sir.”

Protocol of a Servant

The servant must declare her love for my cock at all times.

He takes a step away from the bed.

“I don’t know what I could possibly do to punish you - besides make this as difficult as possible for you to enjoy. You’ve given me no choice,” he raises his hands up in surrender, “Do you understand, slut?”

“Yes, sir,” I sigh, my head still pressed into the mattress.

He takes his hands to reposition me quickly, flipping me to my back and pulling me until my head dangles off the side of the bed. He presses a hand onto my chest before lowering his face to mine.

“Do you know what I’m going to do?”

He doesn’t allow me to answer before putting his thumb over my lips, and then taking his hands to reposition my mouth to open.

“Open, slut,” he grunts to me as I obey immediately, finally - able to obtain what I want. I want more than anything, to pleasure him.

His cock pierces deep into my throat.

“This,” he says while pausing the tip for a moment between my lips, his hand caressing my chin.

“Is exactly how -” he continues to slide back further, “I fucking like you.”

A soft rumble of satisfaction escapes his lips.

I can hardly contain myself, moaning as he fills my mouth and throat. Breathing slowly so I can take it all in without stopping.

He puts his hands on either side of my neck so he can pound past my lips. He holds his thumbs over my throat, keeping me in place. My body writhes, while I long for his touch to travel.

“You take it so good,” he groans as his words match up with his rhythm, speeding up. “You were made - to take my cock,” he continues to groan.

I whimper as he thrusts, gasping for air when he allows, the way he trained me to take him. He presses into my face, throbbing. I turn to lick slowly up and down, slurping while taking all of him into my mouth. I move quickly now, his trembling pulse my ignition.

“Open,” he repositions my head with his hand. I open my lips wide, I feel his hot cum surge into me as I swallow. A few drops collect in the corner of my mouth. I flick them with my tongue - relishing all that he gives me.

“Please Miren -” I address him outside protocol, “touch me.”

I curl under his touch as he runs his finger along the band of my bra, “you greedy bitch.” He declares, before positioning his hands barely beside my breast. “Catch your breath first,” my chest heaves up and down - my nipples hard and upright, the mesh taut around them, the curved round flesh of my breasts bouncing outside the material. He hooks a finger under the band - and snaps it against me - “This is the wrong size.” He clicks his tongue. “Such a shame,” he tears the bra off me in one rip. He positions my body so my head rests against the mattress again, and steps away from the bed.

“Such a good fucking slut, took my cock so well - I barely let you breathe.” He shakes his head, “Unbelievable - a true cock slut.”

I know better than to try to move my hands towards myself - so I leave them spread out across the bed. The nylons are still tight around my thighs, the skirt just an accessory between my navel and my clit.

He leans down and takes a long, gentle pull of my nipple into his mouth, while inching his hand onto my thigh. He whispers into my ear, “I have to reward such a good kitten for her hard work.”

My head falls back in relief.

He continues to pull my nipples between his lips as his fingers encroach closer to my cunt. He begins with a subtle brush of the tip of his thumb - swiftly over my clit. I'm already closer to cumming.

Finally, he climbs onto the bed - his head bobbing up and down as his mouth devours my tits. He keeps his hand in place over me, holding me to the bed, and preventing my own hands from joining in the pleasure.

“Please,” I begin to beg.

This is when he pulls away completely.

“What is that?” He asks, “Did you say something?”

“Please, sir …” I repeat - my voice more sorrowful than before.

“Do you decide when you cum?” He asks.

“No, sir.” I sigh.

“No you do not decide when you come. Tell me slut when you come.”

“I come when…,” in this very moment he pulls my legs towards his face, around his head and stands in the air - pulling me off the bed. He walks with me this way swinging me, until his back rests against the wall.

He presses my back against his chest with one arm, while the other is free to tap my pussy.

“When is it, that you can come?” He asks again - sounding completely confused.

At this point, I can only speak in exasperated shrieks of pleasure, “I come when you say,” my voice a stream of whimpers.

He blows onto my cunt softly.

“You know how much I love watching you come - I like watching you squirm on the bed, unable to control yourself. Screaming - that’s when I’ll let you cum, sweetheart.”

He continues tapping one finger over the hole of my pussy, slowly pushing two fingers down into me every so often. The blood has rushed to my head completely. This doesn’t last long before he reaches down to my pussy with his mouth, lifting me up closer to him.

“Such a small fun little fuck I can lift you so easily,” he takes a long slurp before tossing me back onto the bed. He rolls me over to my stomach, and uses his hands to put me into position - head down ass up.

Before thrusting his fingers into me, he reaches his hands to my tights, wriggling under me until he can reach my nipples. He takes each one between the tip of his forefinger and thumb, and twists.

Protocol of a Servant

The servant must not climax until the signal is given, a twist to both nipples - allowing her to cum.

He smashes into me with several fingers, hard - as I cum onto him - writhing. He spanks my ass swiftly while exclaiming, “You good fucking slut.”

He tosses me away from him to watch me writhe in pleasure - howling, “Fuck yes, Miren,” panting breathily between each word. Finally my limbs go limp to my sides, and I can barely keep my eyes open.

He moves the hair away from my face and whispers, “I’m not done with you little slut,” and takes the folds of my pussy into his palm.

I wince, “yes, sir.”

Suddenly he leaves the room, and I am unable to do anything besides drift off to sleep.