Hired Girl 2 : Prepared for Them

Adult Content Warning: This work contains explicit sexual content and is intended for readers aged 18 and older. All acts depicted are between consenting adults. Do not attempt or imitate.

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The next morning, I'm awakened by Miren's fingers grazing the skin between my legs. He presses a kiss onto my forehead. Electrified with lust, goosebumps spread all over my body. I remove the blanket, twisting and exposing my breasts.

He grabs my chin. "You're moving an awful lot like someone who didn't get enough cock last night."

I moan, realizing that not once did he enter me. This is the first time I've spent the night in Miren's mansion. Normally I'm home in the early hours of the morning, his car delivering me back to the apartment.

"Don't worry - you'll have plenty tonight," he smirks. "I've planned a whole evening for us. I have to get you all clean and ready - it's past noon."

He scoops me off the bed, carrying me into his large bathroom. The shower and large Jacuzzi are positioned against a wall of windows overlooking a forest, with nobody around to see inside. He plops me onto the sink counter and begins to run water. Miren's electrified with excitement about something. He pushes our foreheads together and teases my skin.

He takes my hand and brings me standing against him for a moment before pushing me to my knees. He rubs his hardening groin against my face. Greedily, I reach for the waistband of his drawers - he pulls away.

"Not until I say, kitten..." he reminds me.

"Yes, sir," I sigh, sitting in a kneeling position, looking up at him hungrily.

The water now makes a loud echo behind him.

"Pull down my boxers," he commands.

I oblige.

"Lick my shaft," he directs, while holding a fistful of my hair at the back of my head.

"Keep your eyes up... yes..." he sighs with pleasure. He reaches down for my breast with a free hand.

"Suck, bitch," he says, grabbing my head with both hands now, controlling my speed.

I pull back to breathe, and he allows it. I take large gasps of air before he continues again.

I fondle his balls with my hands as I can feel him getting close. He grunts, nearly satisfied, before standing back and stroking himself, aiming his cum onto my chest; it drips hot and wet down my breasts.

"Get in the bathtub, you dirty slut," he commands.

I climb over the ledge and sit in the water. It laps against my breasts. He rinses my chest first, rubbing the mess away.

"Stand up," he orders.

He begins lathering my entire body in a rough sugary scrub scented with lavender. He presses it hard into me in circular motions - between my legs, directly onto the lips of my cunt, and especially pushing against my breasts. He spreads my legs wider apart with his hands.

"Bend over," he commands, "hang onto the ledge."

I listen and bend very slowly, stretching my body so that he can get a very good look between my legs. I hang my head down low and arch my back. He rubs the scrub all over my butt, pulling apart my ass cheeks slightly. I feel the hole of my pussy open, wet.

He rinses his hand before teasing my entrance, brushing the tip of his finger softly against it. "Tight, wet, fucking cunt," he mutters before spanking me.

I sigh and feel myself growing wetter.

I love being admired from behind, and let out a moan.

He stops abruptly to continue rubbing the scrub into my skin.

"I have a very special evening planned for us, Sophie. I have to make sure you're very soft," he explains, scrubbing between my legs.

He claps his hand against my clit and tussles my tits.

"Sit so I can wash your hair."

He's gentle as he lathers heavily scented shampoo into my scalp, while reaching down my neck, between my breasts, pinching my waist. He uses the shower head to rinse my hair before rubbing conditioner in and clipping it to the top of my head.

He begins to drain the water and orders me to stand. "Lift one leg onto the edge of the tub," he explains, while filling his hands with shaving cream. He gently pats it onto my vagina. This always makes me flinch - I love having a smooth pussy. He shaves me with quick flicks of the razor - spreading my legs farther apart, pushing my body to expose more of myself to him, getting every last trace of hair. He shaves my legs and runs water all over me again.

The tub is nearly empty now, and he positions me against the back wall.

"Spread your legs," he says, changing the strength of the shower head pressure to the highest setting.

He uses one hand to hold me in place.

He starts the stream on my collarbone, waking up my breasts - now pointed and perky. Slowly he moves down my stomach and aims it at my clit.

"Aaah, ahhh," I try to prevent myself from shrieking, but I can't. "that's fucking good!" I scream.

He turns off the stream, suddenly.

I take a moment, my chest heaving from excitement.

He lifts me out of the tub and begins to towel me off. Taking extra care to caress my curves and continue teasing my cunt.

He taps his hands all over the lips of my pussy, "Feel how soft you are... like a peach." He makes a slurping sound with his lips and twists my nipple as I feel my softness with the tips of my fingers.

He begins to slather a shimmery moisturizer all over me - my skin now glowing golden. He squeezes my shoulders, turning me before the mirror.

"You like how you look, don't you?" he asks.

I nod, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Getting you ready is the best part, isn't it?" He takes his finger and hooks it into my cheek, "You love this part." he moves my head back and forth, gripping his hand around my chin.

When he pulls me out of the bathroom, I see a long red gown hanging from the doorway, a gift bag from a shoe store beside it on the floor. Miren grabs a leather envelope - my payment.

I can see that it is stuffed with crisp, green one-hundred-dollar bills. Every time I come to see Miren, he pays me $2,000.

"Thank you, sir," I say, taking it from him and placing it beside my clutch on the vanity table. He wraps a silk robe around my shoulders. I slowly shrug my arms into it, the fabric arousing my breasts.

He embraces me from behind and moves a piece of wet hair away from my face. He kisses my neck before saying, "Coming here makes you lots of money - doesn't it, Kitten?"

I sigh as he reaches his hand into the fold of the robe, brushing his palm against my breasts.

"Yes, sir-" I moan to him.

"I bet you'd like to make some more?" he asks. "Would you let other guys play with you for more money?"

Suddenly, I straighten and turn to him. "What are you proposing?" I ask, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

"I want to share you with some rich friends," he explains. "Would you like that?"

I hesitate before answering. He takes my chin in his hand, pointing my face upwards at him.

"It's ok if you want to be a naughty slut..." he explains.

I take a deep breath, even though I have more questions. I answer: "Yes, sir - I do."

"I'm very happy to hear that because today you will meet some of my friends; they're very excited," he explains. "You're going to look so delicious in your new dress. Stylists are coming to do your hair and makeup. I told them how I want you to look - do not offer them any directions. They've already been paid and tipped. When you're done the driver will be ready for you. Don't be nervous." He rubs my arms. "You're going to be devoured tonight," he promises.

He pulls the robe away from my body and takes the dress from the hanger. He holds the dress open for me to step into. The pleated chiffon skirt reaches the floor, sheer layers of material beginning low on my backside, my legs exposed between two slits on either side. He steps behind me to tie up the halter - the dress is completely backless. The front consists of two long strips of fabric connecting to the skirt, barely covering my breasts. He ties the halter tight, my breasts accentuated by the lack of material. He continues tying two horizontal bands of fabric around my back. The only barrier between me and a handful of men will be this strappy chiffon cage around my skin - that can be easily slipped through and undone. He turns me towards the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. Miren gingerly pinches my nipple between his finger and thumb and pulls my breast up into the fabric, arranging it so I'm barely covered, leaving my breast within reach of anyone who comes close enough.

"Mmmh... I want you all to myself." He leans down to take my breast into his mouth - material and all.

He takes a few steps back, directing me to pose for a photo.

"Lie on the bed," he tells me, reaching to adjust my breasts again, slipping his hand under the fabric stretched over my curves, "I fucking love this dress."

He continues taking pictures, directing me to different positions on the bed.

Finally, he steps away and pulls a black envelope out of the gift bag on the floor.

"Here," he hands it to me, "So you'll know what to expect."

I open the envelope, removing a single black card, printed with gold ink.

BY PRIVATE INVITATION ONLY.

GENTLEMEN'S AUCTION.

An Exclusive Private Cash Auction.

An intimate evening reserved for a distinguished circle.

Tonight | Formal Attire.

CASH ONLY.

All bidding will take place in person.

Attendance by invitation only. Strict confidentiality required.