Emily's First Job Ch. 03

Still sniffling, Emily stood behind Joan with her head hung low. Her mother had sold her to this lady, this stranger, without any concern or thought to how she was going to be treated. How could her mother do that to her?

A few snapping noses caused Emily to be awoken from her thoughts. She looked up and saw that Joan was frowning. Her lips pursed in a thin line she rolled her eyes and looked to the sales woman.

"Forgive her. She's a bit ditzy at times. Emily, thank the nice lady."

"Yes Ms. Sinclair. Th-th-thank you Ma'am."

The woman glared at her. Emily blushed. She must have been the lady that caught them in the dressing room. Emily turned a deeper shade of read at the thought of the woman having heard her cum in the dressing room. She squeezed her legs together and gasped, the jeweled metal plug shifted inside her again.

Joan tapped her index finger on her cheek and pushed it toward Emily. "Thank me as well Emily. After all I purchased them."

Emily quickly pressed her lips together and kissed Joan's offered cheek. "I'm sorry Ms. Sinclair. Thank you Ms. Sinclair."

Joan took her wrist and jerked her backward. Joan tugged her through the store. Again, each step was agonizing as the plug shifted this way, that, deeper, and then out a bit. Emily could barely concentrate on anything else. However, Joan's voice was loud in her head.

"Should have known better than to think that mother of yours would have taught you manners."

Emily was busy trying not to fall over as the plug moved within her ass. Joan dragged he through the mall while Emily whimpered to herself. She couldn't believe it, she was getting turned on again from the way the plug moved within her.

A door opened and Emily realized that Joan had taken her to the ladies room. Why were they there? Emily didn't have to pee. Maybe Joan did. Joan continued to pull her into the handicapped stall. Emily was so confused. Did Joan not trust her to be alone while she peed? Did Joan think that Emily would run? Emily had nowhere to go, she had nowhere to run to.

Joan sat on the toilet without raising her skirt after she hung the lingerie bag on the hook on the door.

"Lay across my lap Emily. You are going to get a spanking for not thanking me. I did something nice for you and you didn't have the decency to say thank you."

Emily turned crimson, lowering her head, as she draped her body across Joan's lap. Whimpering she replied: "Yes Ms. Sinclair. I am sorry."

"Not as sorry as you are about to be."

Joan tugged the little bit of the skirt that covered Emily's ass up, exposing her bare jeweled ass. Emily hung her head and whimpered. To her surprise, Joan began to press the plug and it crept deeper into Emily's anal opening. Emily groaned closing her eyes as the heat between her legs increased.

Joan's smooth hand began to rub Emily's right buttock while her other hand continued to push the plug harder and deeper into Emily. Emily wiggled in Joan's lap. With a crack and a squeal from Emily, Joan's hand came down causing Emily's ass to vibrate. The pain surged through Emily and her clit throbbed immediately.

"I'm starting to think I have an anal whore on my hands. Is that what you are Emily?"

Joan's hand came down again, this time left buttock. The heat in Emily's ass throbbed and Emily cried out again. Joan rubbed the heat into her ass cheek and began to knead the stinging flesh.

"I don't know Ms. Sinclair."

Two more swats, rapid succession, first the right cheek and then the left. Emily felt the tears begin to fall down her cheeks. She kicked her legs with each crack of Joan's hand meeting her ass. She could feel the redness growing. The plug moved within her and Emily's sex clenched. It began to leak.

"I think you are. And that is what matters isn't it? What your boss thinks? Actually, since I paid for you, I am not your boss. I am your owner. That's all that matters Emily, what your owner thinks."

"Yes Ms. Sinclair. You are my owner, and what you think is all that matters."

Was she still Emily's boss? As being the person that bought her, Emily assumed it to be true. Her boss, her owner, Joan was definitely her owner. Emily was bought and paid for.

Emily screamed; three more swats to each ass cheek. The pain was radiated from her ass and throbbed throughout her body. Her ass was on fire, her clit was twitching, and her sex began to drip.

"Are you wet whore?"

Joan's fingers dipped between Emily's folds crudely. Her index finger curled inside Emily's sex causing her to groan and arch her back. Joan was tickling her g-spot. Emily began to hump in Joan's lap.

"Oh my goodness. Not only are you stupid, but you are a horny one too."

Joan began to work another finger into Emily's wet hole. Two fingers pumped in and out of Emily, and Emily began to pant in Joan's lap. Joan turned her fingers within Emily, and used her thumb to push the plug in harder. Emily howled in the stall.

"That's a good whore. You are a good whore when you get wet from a spanking. Your ass looks so good red. We will do this more Emily. Don't you worry, we will keep that whore ass nice and red. You like that don't you?"

"Goddddd Yes. Yes Ms. Sinclair, yes I like it. I like when you make my ass red Ms Sinclair."

Emily's hips bucked as Joan roughly plunged a third finger inside Emily. Emily felt her hole stretch, so wet, to take the finger fucking Joan was giving her. She could feel the orgasm building. Then she remembered.

She remember the rule. She wasn't allowed to cum until Joan did. Emily began to wine and writhe in her lap. She needed to stop. She needed to stop the orgasm.

"Ms. Sinclair," she gasped and arched her back as Joan wiggled her fingers inside her. "Please, please Ms. Sinclair stop. I am going to cum."

An evil laugh came from Joan. "Oh little whore. You wouldn't break the rule aready would you?"

Joan drove the fingers harder inside Emily. She pushed the plug again. Emily was grinding her hips, causing her clit to press hard into Joan's thighs. She whined and tears fell again.

"Please Ms. Sinclair. I can't stop it. You have to Ms. Sinclair, you, my owner, you have to stop me."

With her fingers buried deep inside Emily's pussy, Joan began to swat Emily's ass with her other hand. Each swat was harder than the last. She alternated left than right and back again. Emily screamed each time the hand landed on her ass. Each swat pushed her closer. Her ass was throbbing, she could feel welts forming.

She couldn't stop it. Emily cried out louder than she had before. Her pussy swallowing Joan's fingers, her ass squeezing around the plug, and she came. She came again loud, shaking in Joan's lap while Joan continued to spank her.

As Emily gasped for breath, coming down from the explosion of the orgasm, Joan ran her fingers through Emily's hair. She placed her cum filled fingers in front of Emily's face and Emily immediately began to suckle the pussy juice from them. Her ass was on fire, her pussy continued to twitch.

"Tsk tsk tsk. An undisciplined whore. What will I do with you? You came without permission. That is a bad whore. Seems spanking does nothing but get you off. We will have to punish you another way Emily. Don't worry I have some ideas. But first, you have to make up for your mistake."

Emily moaned sucking on Joan's fingers. She nodded. She would make up for being a bad whore. She wanted to be a good whore. She would be the best whore for Joan. Joan had paid for her. It was her duty to give Joan what she paid for.

Joan pushed and Emily fell out of her lap onto the dirty bathroom floor. Emily groaned as her body hit the cold hardness of the tile.

She watched as Joan began to lift her skirt. She hiked it up so that it was over her hips. Emily stared at the beautiful pussy Joan at. Her lips were puffy, slick with arousal, and perfectly clean. Emily, who had never thought of herself as being attracted to women, found herself mesmerized by the look of Joan's sex.

Joan pointed to the toilet bowl. "Head here whore."

Emily, without hesitation, got up on all fours, and put her head, face down in the toilet ring. She looked at the cool water and whined. Was Joan going to push her face into the water? Was she going to give her a swirly?

"No no no. You are really a stupid one. Face up."

Emily whined. She turned and leaned back. Her head, was now in the toilet ring again, this time face up. Her hair dipped into the water. Joan smiled at her, and Emily felt her stomach swoon and her pussy twitch. She enjoyed when Joan smiled at her.

"Good dumb whore."

Joan then straddled Emily's face. She crouched a bit, hovering over her.

"Open that move of yours."

Emily did as she was told and gagged as soon as it happened. Joan let the amber stream go, and it landed perfectly into Emily's mouth. Her mouth filled quickly with the pungent liquid. It flowed out of her mouth, down her cheeks, down her chin, and up her nose. Emily coughed a few times and tried her best to swallow what she could.

"Drink up you dirty twat." Joan scolded as she laughed at Emily. "Be sure to clean me when I am done."

Emily whined gagging on the golden liquid. Soon, a few dribbles began to drip down onto Emily's face. Licking her lips, and ensuring that she had swallowed all that was offered to her, Emily lifted her face and began to lick at Joan's puffy lips.

The taste of arousal mixed with the sour taste of urine as Emily lapped at Joan. Joan reached down and pulled Emily's head up into her sex deeper. Emily's tongue danced over the inner lips and she sucked on the outer ones. She was beginning to really like the taste of a woman's wetness.

Emily closed her lips around the protruding cum button. She sucked hard on it while Joan moaned above her. Soon Joan was rocking her hips, riding Emily's face. As she did this, Emily's nose and mouth were blocked. It was harder to breathe as Joan ground her pussy into Emily's face.

Using her tongue, Emily licked at Joan's hole, she darted her tongue in and out. She felt Joan's hole spasm around her tongue as it slipped up higher inside her. Joan pushed down harder on Emily's head. Emily's neck strained, only supported by the toilet.

"Good whore, that's it. Suck my cum button. You can do it. Oh God that's it Emily."

Emily sucked harder, she ran her teeth over Joan's clit. She alternated flicking her tongue against it and sucking on it. Joan was coaching her. Joan was telling her she was doing a good job. Emily's heart flopped. She was good at something. She was good at being a whore for Joan.

The sweet cream exploded onto Emily's face as Joan groaned loudly and her thighs shook on either side of Emily's head. Emily sucked the cream, she licked at it, she wanted all of it. She tasted so sweet. The urine taste was gone, it was all orgasm.

Joan pulled herself off Emily's face and tugged her skirt down. She looked at Emily smugly. "Good whore. Rise."

Emily scrambled to her feet. Her face covered with Joan's cream, hair wet with urine and toilet water. Emily smiled proudly. She had done a good job. She was a good whore.

Joan used her foot and flushed the toilet. "You stink."

Emily frowned and hung her head.

"Come. Let's go home before your stinky dumb ass embarrasses me in the mall."

Joan grabbed Emily's wrist with one hand and the bag with the other. She pushed the stall open and led Emily out. Emily's dress was still pulled up around her waist as they exited the bathroom.

Emily stopped in the door way and was tugged forward by Joan. They weren't far from the mall exit but they were still in the mall. Emily whined, she was so exposed. Her pussy was out, her red ass was out. Everyone would see her.

"Move you fucking cunt. I don't have all day."

With a hard yank, Emily was tugged into the hallway of the mall. She met eyes with the Hispanic Janitor, who was ogling her like a piece of meat. Emily began to cry again. She was a piece of meat. She was a sold piece of meat.

Joan dragged her down the back hall toward a back entrance. The entered the parking lot and Emily heard some girls giggling. She wouldn't look up. She knew they were laughing at her, her red ass, her jeweled plug, and her exposed pussy. She was a whore, and she was on full display.

They stopped at the car and Joan shoved her inside. The door slammed behind her and Emily sobbed inside the car. What had she done? She was just made a fool at the mall. She would never be able to show her face there again.

Joan climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. Taking Emilys face in her hand she tugged it toward her. Emily locked eyes with her owner, with Joan.

"You are my whore."

"Yes Ms. Sinclair."

"You will do as I say."

"Yes Ms. Sinclair."

"Never will you make me drag you like that again. Am I clear?"

"Yes Ms. Sinclair."

"If I want everyone to see you red spanked ass, what will happen?"

"Everyone will see my red spanked ass Ms. Sinclair."

"Fuck right! You are lucky I am not making you walk home you dumb fucking twat. You are so lucky you are cute and good with your mouth. If you weren't I would be asking for a refund."

Joan angrily threw the car into gear and pulled out of the spot. The car screeched through the lot and Emily wiped the tears from her face. The cum had begun to crust. The scent of urine filled the car.

"You really do fucking stink."

"I am sorry Ms. Sinclair." Emily hung her head.

"Next time I offer you my stream, you will drink it all. Do you understand? Never spill a drop of what I offer you."

"Yes Ms. Sinclair. I am sorry."

"I know. You are just too dumb sometimes. I have to be more patient with such a dumb one like you. It's okay. I will train you. You will be the best trained whore ever."

Emily smiled. Someone had faith in her for the first time in her life. "Yes Ms. Sinclair. Thank you for training me Ms. Sinclair."