Dirty Little Secret

"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 Millies 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.

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"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