Emily's First Job Ch. 02

"Don't cum you filthy whore. Don't cum."

Emily whined. She keeps calling her a whore. She's not a whore she's a maid. She opened her legs and rode Joan's hand hard. Joan's thumb moved back and forth over her clit.

"I don't think you can try on these panties. Your cunt is too wet isn't it?"

Emily nodded and whispered, "Yes Ms. Sinclair."

"You know who gets wet like this?"

"No Ms. S - " Emily froze as her body twitched. She was about to cum. She tried to will it away. It slowly went back. "No Ms. Sinclair."

"Good girl. Don't cum."

Joan's fingers pushed in and out of her. Pushing her harder, the slurping sound was obvious. Emily was so wet. She was so needy. She bit her lip trying not to beg. She wanted to beg. She needed to cum.

"Whores Emily. Whores get this wet."

Emily turned red. Her face her chest everything about her blushed. She stood nude, in a dressing room, with her boss's hand up inside her pussy. She was humping her hand. She was desperate to cum.

"Not maids Emily. Maids are wet for their bosses, but not this wet. Emily are you a whore?"

"No Ms. Sinclair." Emily whined. God she needed to cum.

"Then why are you this wet?"

Emily whined and moaned loudly. Joan swatted her breasts with her free hand. "Shhh." The pain stung and wracked through Emily's body. She twitched and nearly came from the sting.

"You. Ms Sinclair, you got me wet." Emily hummed trying not to moan too loud.

"You are blaming me for this?"

Emily whined low. "No Ms. Sinclair."

"Then why are you so wet?"

Joan pushed her pinky into Emily and almost her entire hand was inside Emily. The slurping sounds were so loud. Her thumb pressed hard into Emily's clit and Emily shook. She was so close she didn't know how much longer she could handle it. She couldn't concentrate on anything other than her full asshole and her fully pussy.

"You can be a whore Emily. It's okay. Your mom told me. I bought you. I bought you like a whore. You can be my maid whore Emily. You want that don't you? To be my maid whore? God you are so fucking wet. I bet you want to cum. Okay whore. You can cum but only when you tell me. Tell me you are my whore then you may cum. You want to cum don't you whore?"

"God yes Ms. Sinclair, yes please, Ms. Sinclair, Please please please may I cum Ms. Sincalir."

Emily couldn't stop herself. She had to beg. She couldn't stop herself. She was so close too close.

"Tell me." Joan demanded as she forced her hand up into Emily's pussy and pressed hard on her clit. Her free hand reached back and pushed the plug harder and deeper.

Emily's eyes opened wide, she couldn't see. Her vision was just a series of spots. "I am your whore Ms. Sinclair, your maid whore, yours yours yours. You bought me. I am a whore for you." Emily declared the orgasm rolled through her body so hard.

It shook her, her knees gave out and she crumpled to the floor writhing, twitching, and trembling. In the dressing room, Emily was convulsing, the orgasm rolling through her, her pussy shooting cum from her body. Her asshole clenching around the steel jeweled plug in her ass.

Gasping for breath Emily slowly came down from the high. Opening her eyes she saw the smirk on Joan's face as she shoved her hand into Emily's mouth. Slowly, Emily sucked all her fingers. Her lips stretched as Joan shoved her fist into her mouth.

Tears fell down her cheeks. Emily realized her mother had sold her. Her mother had made her into a whore. She wasn't a maid. She was a whore to Joan.

Emily sucked her orgasm off Joan's hand. The sour taste filling her mouth and she knew her place. She was going to service Joan in every way she pleased.

There was a knock on the door to the dressing room. "Um excuse me. Only one in there at a time. This is a store not a brothel."

Joan laughed. "Its okay. We were just finishing."

She looked down at Emily and pulled her hand out of her mouth. Again the spit was wiped on her face.

"Up Emily. Come we will buy these uniforms for you. Be sure to dress. I will wait for you outside the dressing room."